The New Cobweb Summer
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โฑ๏ธ 6:57 duration
๐ ID: 4827335
๐ Lyrics
Last thought that you think today
Has already happened
The link between profound and pain
Covers you like Sherwin Williams
Smokey Joe is broken
Drops into your lap
And the big red wasp
Makes a scan through my black pages
Last night, our boy was out there
Burning up his matches
Saw him in the afternoon
Sporting a black eye
The universal man
With a pistol or a bottle
Types with confidence
As we grow out of our bruises
Once I had a friend
Who had the knack of tossing
His mind around geography
Boy, you think, you have problems
The hunter is asleep
At least that's what I call him
In the afternoon of the new cobweb summer
Has already happened
The link between profound and pain
Covers you like Sherwin Williams
Smokey Joe is broken
Drops into your lap
And the big red wasp
Makes a scan through my black pages
Last night, our boy was out there
Burning up his matches
Saw him in the afternoon
Sporting a black eye
The universal man
With a pistol or a bottle
Types with confidence
As we grow out of our bruises
Once I had a friend
Who had the knack of tossing
His mind around geography
Boy, you think, you have problems
The hunter is asleep
At least that's what I call him
In the afternoon of the new cobweb summer
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:15.62] Last thought that you think today
[00:19.80] Has already happened
[00:28.33] The link between profound and pain
[00:32.85] Covers you like Sherwin Williams
[00:41.10] Smokey Joe is broken
[00:47.62] Drops into your lap
[00:51.62] And the big red wasp
[00:58.25] Makes a scan through my black pages
[01:05.24]
[01:30.12] Last night, our boy was out there
[01:34.86] Burning up his matches
[01:43.20] Saw him in the afternoon
[01:47.49] Sporting a black eye
[01:55.85] The universal man
[02:02.58] With a pistol or a bottle
[02:06.89] Types with confidence
[02:12.55] As we grow out of our bruises
[02:20.45]
[03:58.74] Once I had a friend
[04:02.94] Who had the knack of tossing
[04:11.94] His mind around geography
[04:16.14] Boy, you think, you have problems
[04:24.59] The hunter is asleep
[04:30.84] At least that's what I call him
[04:34.81] In the afternoon of the new cobweb summer
[04:50.37]
[00:19.80] Has already happened
[00:28.33] The link between profound and pain
[00:32.85] Covers you like Sherwin Williams
[00:41.10] Smokey Joe is broken
[00:47.62] Drops into your lap
[00:51.62] And the big red wasp
[00:58.25] Makes a scan through my black pages
[01:05.24]
[01:30.12] Last night, our boy was out there
[01:34.86] Burning up his matches
[01:43.20] Saw him in the afternoon
[01:47.49] Sporting a black eye
[01:55.85] The universal man
[02:02.58] With a pistol or a bottle
[02:06.89] Types with confidence
[02:12.55] As we grow out of our bruises
[02:20.45]
[03:58.74] Once I had a friend
[04:02.94] Who had the knack of tossing
[04:11.94] His mind around geography
[04:16.14] Boy, you think, you have problems
[04:24.59] The hunter is asleep
[04:30.84] At least that's what I call him
[04:34.81] In the afternoon of the new cobweb summer
[04:50.37]